Words like that would have you burned down at the stake. But not before you'd face the horrors of the tower, of course. [Despite the grim and dark warning nature of his words there is no sense of threat or anger in Richard's voice as he speaks. He should be angry when hearing such blasphemy in God's house at time like this. But Richard had always appreciated his lover's bluntness and the way he spoke his mind, not yielding in front of greater power. He envied it, too. As much as he would poke and prod at the man's old wounds left by the chains of the past, it did make Richard wonder just how tight his own proverbial leash was.]
If there was a seed spilled it was God's. He visited Mary in a form of pure light, placing a child in his womb. Then He sent one His angels to meet her and to deliver the truth about the child she was carrying. That he would be the son of God and the savior to all humans. [So, yes. He did believe it. Richard has never had any reason to question this story as nothing but the absolute truth. Mary had been special woman, one picked and chosen by God. Something that he is not even allowed dream about.] But such stories do not concern the sinners in the dark, does it?
[He and Silco were outside of that circle of light. Kins of sorts. Something that had brought them together in the first place.
When the topic shifts to Jinx Richard turns his gaze to briefly look at the other man. His visible eye narrows slightly when Silco mentions his confession but he says nothing to it. Was he happy about it? No. But was he mad? Strangely enough, not really. In fact he did not feel really anything about the subject. So, instead he just listens silently and watches Silco struggle to find the words. He had seen some of the girl's network post and it had been confusing to read, more than usually.
Yes, he is right. Richard does not care much for Jinx or her health, or at least for her sake. It's because of Silco that he is asking.
Setting down the candle he takes the few steps closer, closing the gap between him and his lover and raises his hand to touch Silco's cheek.] She'll be back on her feet soon. She's your daughter.
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If there was a seed spilled it was God's. He visited Mary in a form of pure light, placing a child in his womb. Then He sent one His angels to meet her and to deliver the truth about the child she was carrying. That he would be the son of God and the savior to all humans. [So, yes. He did believe it. Richard has never had any reason to question this story as nothing but the absolute truth. Mary had been special woman, one picked and chosen by God. Something that he is not even allowed dream about.] But such stories do not concern the sinners in the dark, does it?
[He and Silco were outside of that circle of light. Kins of sorts. Something that had brought them together in the first place.
When the topic shifts to Jinx Richard turns his gaze to briefly look at the other man. His visible eye narrows slightly when Silco mentions his confession but he says nothing to it. Was he happy about it? No. But was he mad? Strangely enough, not really. In fact he did not feel really anything about the subject. So, instead he just listens silently and watches Silco struggle to find the words. He had seen some of the girl's network post and it had been confusing to read, more than usually.
Yes, he is right. Richard does not care much for Jinx or her health, or at least for her sake. It's because of Silco that he is asking.
Setting down the candle he takes the few steps closer, closing the gap between him and his lover and raises his hand to touch Silco's cheek.] She'll be back on her feet soon. She's your daughter.